Peter is very clearly surprised by the reaction he gets, the disbelief in Amalias voice. For a moment all he can do is blink at her, about to repeat the question again. Why? Like an echo chamber of confusion. He manages to stop himself at the last moment though, forcing something else to his lips. Wh- I-I... I have a uh, a family, um... reason. I’m not sure how uh... how long, or when I... when I’d be able to visit him. Adam. So... something nice.”
The words had just started pouring out without a filter when he’d gotten going, and it’s only with some effort that he’s able to stop himself. To take a breath. There is a certain amount of expectation he feels with Amalia, like there is some standard he’s supposed to hit, that he’s falling far short of. He shifts, squaring his shoulders, and tries to be more... something. Just more. ”Is that... okay?”
PETER
I always thought I might be bad
Now I'm sure that it's true
'cause I think you're so good
And I'm nothing like you
Now I'm sure that it's true
'cause I think you're so good
And I'm nothing like you
